Friday, 6 June 2014

Tempus Fugue

Tempus Fugue

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Gaia’s Guests

“No-one gets to leave until this mess is cleaned up!”

- The Great Mother

Your mother is not the easily typecast beingof
our childhood’s imaginings. She’s a complex creature who has always
had to be all things to all people. The planet with which we revolve
and evolve has often been characterised as The Great Mother by her
ignorant children. She is, after all, bounteous, forgiving, fertile and
generous, the one who provides us all with nourishment and provides
the very substance of our bodies.

For
uncounted millennia our primate forerunners and human forebears have
viewed the Earth as The Mother – Gaia, Tya, Duana – she’s worn as many
names as the centuries have had summers. The Great Mother provides
everything and cleans up our mess; this is the immature mind-set of the
supposedly mature members of Humanity. This is the subtext behind our
relationship with our entire environment.

Each
individual’s actions in this world will be shaped by the nature of
their relationship with their own mother – your beliefs and actions are
aimed by and wedged firmly within the particular idiosyncratic primate
culture in which you and she found yourselves when each of you were
born.

We
all know that real mothers are not simple automatons with one-track
minds, nor are they mere baby making milk factories. Despite all the
ways in which multitudinous Patriarchal civilizations have attempted to
control their populations (and Creation itself) by controlling their
women’s wombs, conception has always had a way of defying all
expectations and prohibitions. Women remain in charge of the most
essential and fundamental acts of all – but they are not defined by
these abilities.

Mothers
are the ring that surrounds the core of all things. Mothers create
Humanity and rock the cradle of its dreams and aspirations. Human
society is created primarily to allow them to do their thing, to form
the ring that makes new beginnings possible.

Real
mothers educate their bright-eyed and innocent children in any number
of ways, depending on conditions and mood – just as better fathers do;
good parents instruct by example. As excellently imitative primates,
we’ve always been very good at learning some of our lessons. Much
that we are and most of what we know has been gleaned from observing
natural forces and other creatures cohabiting the Great Mother alongside
our curious race. The mores of our social structures are evident in
the pecking-order behaviours of various other species, ranging from
insects to chickens - and are virtually identical to those of other
simians and monkeys.

All
our technologies have already been tested and developed by various
life forms and other processes existing on this planet, from nuclear
power through to jet propulsion and nanotechnology. We’re still only
scratching the surface of what Nature has to teach us – yet we style
ourselves as sophisticated and superior Lords and Ladies of Creation,
with nothing left to learn except a few details on the edges of our
apparently all-encompassing primitive primate sciences, religions and
cosmologies.

If
we want to become real grown-ups we’d all be a lot better off if we
sat back and took a look at what we’ve been doing, as individuals and
en masse. We all need to realize that we don’t have the luxury of
acting like some fast breeding brood of slow children, making life a
living hell for ourselves and our global parent. If the Earth is our
mother, we’ve been treating her pretty shabbily – and exposing our
attitudes to our own females and feminine aspects in the process.

We’d
be better of thinking of ourselves as houseguests in an
extraordinarily baroque and artfully designed mansion full of
extraordinary entities, rather than young princesses and princes left
to run amok in an indulgent parent’s extraordinary house – which is
also everybody else’s home. We’re not staying in a mansion that is our
own exclusive possession by divine right of conquest and happenstance.
We’re all guests in each other’s world.

Generous Hostess

Gaia has and is a beautiful mansionthat
she opens regularly to visitors and their children. She even lets many
of them move in. She has plenty of rooms. She’s a generous, forgiving
hostess who doesn’t discriminate – her guests come in all shapes and
sizes, hues and shades. She lets parties go on well beyond the point
where everyone should be in bed making love or dreaming beautiful
dreams. A good host or hostess allows the party to run its course until
it’s time for everyone to make some space for the cleanup.

Some
houseguests can make themselves unwelcome even in Gaia’s resilient
mansion. Some guests defecate in the bathtub and urinate in the sink.
Some vomit on the smorgasbord. Some even eat the hostess’ pets and set
fire to her children’s beds. Some tear up the garden and pour concrete
over the vegetable garden. Some dig up the floorboards and undermine the
foundations in search of buried treasure from her private hoard. Some
guests quickly wear out their welcome and the hostess has to sweep them
out the door along with the mess they’ve made. It happens all the
times.

All
Gaia’s guests need do to remain happily entertained at her everlasting
party is to respect their hostess and clean up their own mess. If they
don’t, they’ll ultimately get to see what happens when the fat lady
finally sings; all their entertainment will be drowned out and all their
delicate glassware will shatter. Their warm welcome will turn bitterly
cold.

While
the party’s still in full swing we need to get together through the
intoxication of our revelries and realise that rebuilding, repairing and
recreating can be fun, profitable, educational and intimately
rewarding. Some of Gaia’s recent guests have been so crass and
importunate that she may have to close the house to them for a few
millennia to make repairs – unless we all pitch in and fix the place up
really nicely for her.

Would
you do that for your mother – and yourself? It’ll only take a few
decades. Come on – give us a hand! It’s grand fun and your mum will love
you all the more for it. Besides - you wouldn’t want to meet the Great
Mother (or her contract cleaners) in a dim alleyway if you simply walk
away from the mess you’ve helped to make! You can’t simply pay someone
else to clan up your mess; that’s an option that will eventually
rebound in your face in the mirror-maze of Gaia’s great mansion.

A
friendly word to the wise from a custodian of an ancient partying
rainforest; it’s time to stop trashing the place before you and yours
get the bum’s rush, bub. Gaia hosts the best parties in this spiral arm
and it’d be a shame to see this one end in tears. Have a great time,
care about your fellow revelers and do your best. That’s all it will
take for you and your kids to be eternally welcome guests at Gaia’s
Great Gathering.

Or you can just leave the party; Gaia has some very formidable bouncers, too – and there are plenty of other mansions out there.

Good luck.

- R. Ayana

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